Burden of Disappointments

I wandered only as a cloud carrying the burden of disappointments that hang around my neck like an albatross. I trudge the mountain with them oscillating between hope and hopelessness. The harsh rugged terrain and the jagged rocks all beneath my battered feet. The cold merciless rain pelts my body. I have to go on this aimless forlorn path for that is the only path I have. The endless journey and the bitter truth of the endless miseries punctuated by fleeting dreams of good times, fair weather, and joy. The howling winds pick up, their gale force throw me off my feet. I hang on to the ledge, hanging on for life. The winds strips me of hope, of love, the soft pillowy, fluffy dreams all fly away like splinters in the wind. I am left bereft of joy just with the burden of my disappointments still hanging heavy around my neck like an albatross.

My path is set, I have to do this all alone, on this cold ominous black mountain; gather more misery, collect more disappointments, and yet face the world with a happy face. I have to go on this path till my time is no more.